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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 harpsichord and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.