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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
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.