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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Black Sheep to the crunk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
JFA,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.