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 Tanzania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
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.