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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Visage,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.