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 East Timor and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Bar-Kays to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 güiro and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Swans,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.