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 Iceland and from Lagos.
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 Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Howard Jones to the grunge 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a güiro 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
John Holt,
Skarface,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.