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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 disco 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.