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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.