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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
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.