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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Audionom to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.