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 Iceland and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Man Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.