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 Maldives and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.