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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.