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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.