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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
DNA,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
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.