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 Turkmenistan and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.