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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.