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 Malawi and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.