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 Somalia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Aaron Thompson to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Index,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.