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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.