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 Ukraine and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.