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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
The Litter,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.