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 Botswana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Christie 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
Wire,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.