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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alison Limerick to the grime 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
The Move,
The Remains,
UT,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.