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 Italy and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Normal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Skriet,
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
The Victims,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.