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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.