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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
the Association,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.