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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Roy Ayers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 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?
Masters at Work,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Whodini,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.