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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 CMW to the funk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.