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 Estonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.