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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.