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 France and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.