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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 World's Most to the crunk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 linndrum and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
cv313,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.