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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Lyres,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.