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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Roxette to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.