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 South Africa and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.