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 Uganda 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cybotron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
Can,
Crime,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.