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 Barbados and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
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 güiro 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.