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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
Index,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
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.