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 Finland 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zapp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.