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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.