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 Finland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ossler to the dance 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.