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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 marimba 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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.