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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.