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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Grauzone to the grime 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
the Association,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.