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 Kiribati and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Duran Duran 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Mars,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.