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 Chile and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anthony Braxton to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.