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 Argentina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Can,
Skarface,
Ossler,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.