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 Libya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxy Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 theremin and a sitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.