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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.