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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sugar Minott to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.