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 Kenya 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.