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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Brick,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
Crime,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
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.