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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.