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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.