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 Brazil and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Organ to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
DNA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.