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 Brunei and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.