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 Somalia and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pagans to the grunge 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
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.