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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
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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.