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 Syria and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Whodini to the rock 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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?
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.