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 Chile and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.