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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 The Fortunes to the grunge 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.