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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Average White Band to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Qualms,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.