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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Golliwogs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.