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 Iran and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 a-ha to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Monolake,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.