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 Malta and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.