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 Iceland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Sheep to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.