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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
The Names,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.