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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brass Construction to the grunge 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.