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 Belize and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 The Smoke to the punk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Neu!,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Index,
Magma,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.