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 Cuba and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Schoolly D to the grime 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Mars,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.