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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ossler to the dance 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.