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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Joey Negro to the jazz 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.