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 Korea South and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Smiths to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.