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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Terry Callier to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
PIL,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.