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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Newcleus 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.