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 Kenya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Index,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
ABC,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.