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 Belarus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.