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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.