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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
10cc,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.