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 Armenia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Walker Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.