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 Liberia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Hoover,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.