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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kayak to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
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.