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 Poland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Neu!,
CMW,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.