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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Ludus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.