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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 The Evens to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.