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 France and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fat Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
MC5,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.