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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers 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 disco 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 clarinet and a sitar 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?
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.