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 Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.