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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.