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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.