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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
Magma,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.