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 Ghana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Accra and Beijing.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New York Dolls to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.