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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Pierre Henry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.