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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.