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 Slovakia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Pole,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.