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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.