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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the techno 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.