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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Magazine,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.