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 Ireland and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
10cc,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.