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 Chad and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Edmonton and Bremen.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Henry Cow to the punk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.