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 Bulgaria 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 mellotron and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
June Days,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.