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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 spring reverb and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.