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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
the Association,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.