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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
The Cure,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.