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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Alphaville to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.