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 Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
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,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.