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 Seychelles and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.