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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.