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 Malawi and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.