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 Egypt and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Fania All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
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,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.