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 Italy and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.