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 Iraq and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Silicon Teens to the rap 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.