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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.