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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.