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 Finland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bronski Beat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 an oboe and a harpsichord 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.