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 Kenya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.