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 San Marino and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Litter to the punk 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 clarinet and a güiro 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q65,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.