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 Moldova and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Ten City to the jazz 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.