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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 marimba 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 Gichy Dan to the dance 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.