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 Portugal and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Au Pairs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.