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 Zambia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Q65 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
Crime,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.