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 Mexico and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.