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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Slave to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
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.