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 Malaysia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.