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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Buzzcocks to the techno 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.