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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Standells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '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 Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.