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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.