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 Uganda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.