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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.