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 Cuba and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.