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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.