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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Near to the crunk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
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.