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 Burkina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Supertramp to the techno 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.