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 Guatemala and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Grauzone to the crunk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.