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 Canada and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Q65 to the dance 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic 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.