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 Austria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Magazine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.