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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eurythmics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
ABBA,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.