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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Ludus,
Nico,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.