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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.