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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Franke,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.