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 Japan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
John Cale,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.