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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joey Negro 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.