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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.