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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Japan to the grunge 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.