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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
John Holt,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
10cc,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.