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 Serbia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Groovy Waters to the techno 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Brick,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.