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 Zambia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nils Olav to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.