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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.