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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Motions to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.