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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Technova,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
Cymande,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.