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 India and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grunge 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
Unwound,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.