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 Syria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hashim 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
The Standells,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.