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 South Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Five Americans to the grime 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.