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 Iran and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
K-Klass,
the Association,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.