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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sällskapet to the crunk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
Franke,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Q65,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.