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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Scion to the punk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.