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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.