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 Cuba and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
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,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.