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 Mali and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
Swans,
The Sound,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Pole,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.