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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.