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 Laos and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Slits to the rock 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
X-101,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.