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 Ghana and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
The Move,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.