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 France and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Kurtis Blow 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
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.