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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Can,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Nico,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Q65,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.