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 the UAE and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an organ 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Can,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.