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 Mexico and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.