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 Finland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.