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 Benin and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a güiro 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.