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 Thailand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
Inner City,
CMW,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.