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 Niger and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Wings to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.