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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Q65,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.