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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Angels of Light to the crunk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
X-101,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.