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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bronski Beat to the grime 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.