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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.