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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minnie Riperton 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Chrome,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
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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.