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 Andorra and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 One Last Wish to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
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,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.