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 Fiji and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
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,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.