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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Amazonics 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.