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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Can to the techno 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.