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 Chile and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Kinks to the dance 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.