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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a snare 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.