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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Popol Vuh to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.