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 Chad and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Fat Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.