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 Burundi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Blues Magoos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.