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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Q65,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.