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 Yemen and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Cameo,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.