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 Chad and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visage to the disco 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.