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 Guyana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Darondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.