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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.