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 Cuba and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Maurizio to the electroclash 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Hashim,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.