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 Cuba and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Kas Product to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.