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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Sonic Youth 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.