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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.