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 Panama and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
Faust,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.