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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 The Skatalites to the disco 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.