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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motorama to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Franke,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.