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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.