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 Togo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the jazz 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q65,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.