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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Japan to the jazz 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.