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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.