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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Rod Modell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Whodini,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.