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 United States and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Copeland to the disco 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Swans,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Nas,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.