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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
UT,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.