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 Angola and from Bremen.
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 Stockholm and Mexico City.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.