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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 John Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Ronan,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.