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 Burkina and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.