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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.