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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.