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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Ultravox to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.