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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 808 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Technova,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.