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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Görl to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
CMW,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.