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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Blossom Toes to the disco 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.