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 Mongolia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joyce Sims to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Gong,
Rakim,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Q65,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.