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 Algeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.