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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Associates 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.