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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Index,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.