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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
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 Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Q65,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
Index,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.