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 Mozambique 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 Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trumans Water to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.