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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dirtbombs to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Slave,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.