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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Move to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.