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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.