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 Germany and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Chrome,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.