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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.