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 Slovenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Dead Boys to the grunge 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.