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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
DNA,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.