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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
The Martian,
MC5,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.