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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 guitar and a rhodes 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
The Standells,
June Days,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.