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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Delta 5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a snare 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.