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 Maldives and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the disco 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.