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 Benin and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.