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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bill Wells to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.