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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.