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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
Excepter,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.