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 Germany and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Fugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.