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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.