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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Second Layer to the techno 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Nas,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.