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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
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.