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 the UAE and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Althea and Donna to the punk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.