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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
The Motions,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.