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 Sweden and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vogues to the funk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
MC5,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
PIL,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.