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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Residents to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Victims,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.