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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.