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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 John Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
ABBA,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.