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 Brunei and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.