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 Ireland and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Clark Five to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Echospace,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.