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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.