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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Loose Ends to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.