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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Bremen and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Porter Ricks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Cymande,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.