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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
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,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
DNA,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
New Order,
JFA,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.