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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 theremin 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
UT,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.