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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Darondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.