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 Portugal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Drexciya to the punk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.