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 Spain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.