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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.