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 Gabon and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Starr to the techno 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
Can,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Fear,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.