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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.