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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Half Japanese to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.