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 Oman and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ponytail to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.