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 Kenya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fatback Band to the dance 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.