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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Pierre Henry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.