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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.