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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.