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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.