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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Move to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.