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 Congo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Trojans to the techno 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
cv313,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.