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 Grenada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Doors to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Q65,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.