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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.