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 Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 OOIOO to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
Swans,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
Faust,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Brick,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.