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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.