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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lungfish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox 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?
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.