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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the dance 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.