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 Poland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.