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 Guyana 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Techniques to the electroclash 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
UT,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Japan,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.