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 Australia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Q65 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.