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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 F. McDonald to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.