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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
DNA,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.