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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Althea and Donna to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Ronan,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.