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 Argentina and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a marimba 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.