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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bluetip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Fear,
Organ,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Slave,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.