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 Zambia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.