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 Japan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
Franke,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.