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 Nepal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Cramps to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.