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 Jordan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.