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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
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 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 Ken Boothe to the punk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.