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 Congo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Roxy Music to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.