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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
the Normal,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.