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 Cuba and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Skarface to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.