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 Palau and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ronan to the dance 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a snare 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.