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 Germany and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Bill Wells to the crunk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.