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 Tonga and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.