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 Poland 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minny Pops to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.