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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 techno 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.