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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Byron Stingily to the dance 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
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.