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 Malta and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Liliput,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.