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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Second Layer to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.