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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.