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 Iran and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Albert Ayler to the disco 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
PIL,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.