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 Kiribati and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.