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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 X-102 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.