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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Pere Ubu to the rap 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Neu!,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
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.