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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.