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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.