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 Monaco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 The Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.