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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gong to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.