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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the rap 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.