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 Haiti and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 UT to the techno 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.