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 Mexico and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Terry Callier to the rap 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.