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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gories to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.