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 Finland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Eddi Front to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.