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 San Marino and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.