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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
ABC,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.