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 Panama and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Deakin 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
Ludus,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.