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 Congo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.