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 Albania and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
The Wake,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.