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 Laos and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 China Crisis to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.