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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.