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 Rwanda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.