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 Tonga and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.