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 Malta and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Parry Music to the disco 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Visage,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.