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 Belize and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 AZ to the disco 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Q65,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.