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 Syria and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.