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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Supertramp to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.