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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mad Mike to the disco 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.