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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yazoo to the jazz 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.