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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camouflage to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.