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 Australia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiohead to the techno 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.