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 Syria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 The Grass Roots to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.