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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swell Maps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.