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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 cv313 to the rock 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
New Order,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.