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 Angola and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Second Layer to the rock 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Television,
June Days,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.