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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dual Sessions to the disco 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Wings,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.