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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hardrive to the electroclash 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
The Names,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.