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 Lithuania and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.