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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
JFA,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.