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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.