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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fatback Band to the techno 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Dennis Brown,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.