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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
This Heat,
UT,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.