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 Israel and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
the Normal,
the Association,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.