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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.