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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q and Not U to the grime 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.