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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.