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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moebius to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.