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 Philippines and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Minny Pops to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.