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 Guyana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.