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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Minnie Riperton 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.