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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.