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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.