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 El Salvador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt to the rock 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Echospace,
New Order,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.