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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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?
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.