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 Mexico and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Mojo Men to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
JFA,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
UT,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.