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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.