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 Libya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Ponytail,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.