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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eurythmics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.