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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Aural Exciters to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a theremin 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.