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 Latvia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
10cc,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.