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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mr. Review to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.