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 Italy and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.