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 Niger and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Flash Fearless to the rap 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Q65,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Magma,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.