Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Fiji and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Porter Ricks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.