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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Golliwogs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.