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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lindisfarne to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.