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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Boredoms to the jazz 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.