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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.