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 Iran and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.