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 Lebanon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 AZ to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Quantec,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.