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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eric Copeland to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.