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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Second Layer to the disco 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.