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 Oman and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Accra and Tehran.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Organ,
Kayak,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.