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 Oman and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
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 snare 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a marimba 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.