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 Haiti and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 The Searchers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 synthesizer and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Index,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Nas,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.