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 Cape Verde and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Pussy Galore 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.