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 Botswana and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.