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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unwound to the disco 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
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.