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 Guatemala and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.