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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Bad Manners to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Slave,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
Wire,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.