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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express to the rock 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an oboe 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.