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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.