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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.