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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.