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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.