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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Colin Newman to the rock 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a güiro 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.