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 Belgium and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.