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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a theremin 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Nas,
Scion,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.