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 Tajikistan 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jawbox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.