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 Uruguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Connie Case to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.