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 Estonia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Q65,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
Swans,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.