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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.