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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the rap 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.