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 Egypt and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.