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 Antigua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.