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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.