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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
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 London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Max Romeo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.