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 Madagascar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Gong,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.