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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.