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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mars to the rock 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
UT,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.