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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
DNA,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
The Human League,
Jandek,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.