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 Iran and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 The Vogues to the grime 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.