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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Velvet Underground to the punk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
The Fall,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.