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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Bad Manners to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
DNA,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.