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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
UT,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.