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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marmalade to the funk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.