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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.