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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.