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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dawn Penn to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a mellotron 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.