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 Panama and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.