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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 guitar and a 808 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.