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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.