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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.