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 Oman and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 The Buckinghams to the electroclash 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.