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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Suicide to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.