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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Doors to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.