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 Colombia and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Slave,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.