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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.