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 Egypt and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.