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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Country Teasers to the rap 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and an arpeggiator 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
X-102,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.