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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Associates to the techno 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.