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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
the Association,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
New Order,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.