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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.