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 Honduras and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Von Mondo to the crunk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
The Index,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.