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 Guyana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 mellotron and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
The Move,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.