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 Moldova and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
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,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.