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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Victims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.