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 Kosovo and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.