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 Bahamas and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.