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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sandy B to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an organ 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.