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 Yemen and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.