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 Senegal and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Joy Division to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.