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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Rapeman to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.