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 Iran and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Misunderstood to the punk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.