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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Fire Engines to the jazz 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.