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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 crunk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
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,
EPMD,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.