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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.