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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.