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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a sitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.