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 Italy and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an organ 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Nas,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.