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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Altered Images to the grime 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
MC5,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.