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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
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,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.