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 Latvia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.