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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
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 Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 The Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.