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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.