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 Canada and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 808 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
Little Man,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.