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 Spain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Normal to the punk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Section 25,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.