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 Samoa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
MDC,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.