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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.