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 Russia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going 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?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.