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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.