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 Romania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 AZ to the funk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.