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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.