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 Netherlands and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.