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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Residents to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.