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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Ituana,
10cc,
Symarip,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.