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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.