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 Belize and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.