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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.