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 Greece and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.