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 Azerbaijan 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Slick Rick to the rap 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.