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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.