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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tim Buckley to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.