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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.