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 Botswana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Connie Case to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.