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 China and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Invisible to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 snare and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.