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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.