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 the UAE and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cluster to the rap 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.