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 Ghana and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
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.