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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 oboe and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
the Slits,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
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.