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 San Marino and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.