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 Italy and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marc Almond to the grime 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.