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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 UT to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.