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 Chad and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 John Holt to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.