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 Taiwan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.