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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.