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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
Technova,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.