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 Syria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Star Department to the rap 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.