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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Magma,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Japan,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
X-102,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.