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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.