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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Nirvana to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.