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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Quando Quango to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Magazine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.