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 Egypt and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Almond to the jazz 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
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.