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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
UT,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.