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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
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,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.