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 Thailand and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Black Moon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 a marimba and a snare 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.