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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
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 Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.