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 Peru and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 LL Cool J to the rap 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.