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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Alphaville to the rock 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.