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 Belgium and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.