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 Russia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Dice to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
the Normal,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.