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 Ireland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.