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 Honduras and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.