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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Shoche to the grime 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.