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 Poland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.