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 Ireland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Young Rascals to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a theremin 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.