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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 One Last Wish to the grime 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.