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 Mongolia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.