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 Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 snare and an oboe 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.