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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Can,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Scion,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.