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 Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scientists to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.