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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
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.