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 Mauritania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Television,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.