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 Greece and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.