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 Namibia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.