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 Senegal and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scion to the rap 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.