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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
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,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.