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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
June Days,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.