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 France and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
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 Lou Reed 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 Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Mars,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.