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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Smiths to the grunge 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Crime,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
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.