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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the punk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.