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 Grenada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
UT,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
JFA,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.