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 Congo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Brass Construction to the punk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.