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 Palau and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Niagra to the grime 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.