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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronan to the grunge 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
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,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.